My job
When I go out
It is my job
to pick up all the sticks
on the street
especially the sticks
that are twice as big as me
When I go out
it is my job
to drag the sticks
as far as I can
for as long as I can
and then drop them
and smile
When I go out
it is my job
to notice every rabbit
squirrel
bird
(oh birds! in every color chirp and flutter!)
and chipmunk
and the chipmunk holes
I have so many jobs
and these are only the ones
without balls
The End
Love, Scout
Scout's Food for Thought 
